The Scariest Halloween Ever by Pearl Love

January 22, 2015

Title: The Scariest Halloween Ever

Author: Pearl Love

Pairing: Reggie and Charles from Juicy Bits

Prompt: costume

“Come on, babe! The party starts at eight, and I promised to help Sam and Jen with set up.”

Charles ignored Reggie’s bellowed request as he held up his costume, or rather, the two strips of cloth that made up nearly the whole of his costume. He would honestly rather walk out in the black boxer briefs he had on than this questionable ensemble Reggie had forced on him. The final item, a large plastic bone, lay on the bed. He glared down at it balefully.

“Charles,” Reggie called out again, his voice getting louder as he approached the bedroom door. “I’m usually the one that takes forever to get ready, so what’s the hold up? Jen will kill me if we’re late.”

“What in the bloody hell is this?” Charles held up one strip of cloth in either hand as his husband stuck his head into the room.

Reggie blinked innocently. “It’s your costume, silly.” His body remained out of view, but a bone slightly smaller than the one laying on the bed was perched jauntily atop his head, held in place by an elastic strap. Charles thought he had no business throwing about the “silly” label with respect to anyone else.

“This is not a costume,” Charles sighed. “It’s at least a misdemeanor in several states.” He could hear his accent reach Colin Baker’s Doctor levels of crankiness. Reggie chuckled, his bright grin flashing against his dark skin. He came fully into the bedroom to display his own homage to Samhain. Charles blinked as his jaw fell open. “What in the bloody hell are you wearing?”

“Two ‘bloody hells’ in five minutes? You know I love it when you talk dirty British to me,” Reggie crooned unapologetically. He made a beeline for the bed and threw himself on it so he bounced on the firm, but not too firm, mattress. He picked up the forsaken bone and waggled it at Charles. “Don’t you dare try to get out of this. You promised you’d come. Jen is my boss—”

“No she isn’t,” Charles scoffed.

“Jen is in charge of payroll, so without her, my half of the bills don’t get paid. So, get with the dressing, and let’s go!”

Charles groaned, knowing he was fighting a losing battle, but unwilling to give up without at least trying to salvage his dignity. “What is this thing even?” He tossed the larger strip of cloth, which was orange and bore some odd pattern of large, triangular polka dots, toward the bed while waving the longer swath of dark brown cloth he held clutched in his other hand for annoyed emphasis. A small surge of petty victory rose within him when the orange fabric landed on Reggie’s head.

Undaunted, Reggie flipped up his new headgear and raised his eyebrows. “What, you’ve never heard of the Flintstones? The modern stone age family with their dino-dog, their adorable daughter, and her super strong toddler boyfriend?”

Charles stared incredulously. “What are you talking about.” He paused as a memory sparked. “Oh, wait. The old cartoon show, right? I think I’ve seen an episode or two, but I don’t remember the main couple or their neighbors having children.”

“Ah.” Reggie held up a finger. “Then you haven’t seen the latter part of the show. Yeah, Fred and Wilma have a daughter—” He lifted up the hem of his green top, which had the same triangular dot pattern as the fabric currently on his head. The motion revealed the scandalously tight blue shorts he wore underneath. “And Barney and Betty had a son. That’s you,” he added, pointing toward Charles.

“Hmmmm.” Charles pondered the explanation, seeking and failing to find a way to poke a hole in Reggie’s now obvious idea. “You’re dressed as the daughter, right?” he asked for clarification and reassurance.

Reggie chuckled. “Yeah. I figured I’d pressed my luck enough by asking you to come to this costume party with me without also making you play the girl. Besides,” he said in a slow drawl, “your abs will look way better in the Bamm Bamm costume than mine ever could.”

“Bamm Bamm? Seriously?” Charles felt a throbbing in his temple heralding a headache.

“Pebbles and Bamm Bamm.” Reggie sighed and shook his head. “You’ve been in the U.S. for years now. It’s past time you caught up on the pop culture. I’ll show you some clips of the show when we get home.” Before Charles could politely decline, Reggie hopped up from the bed. He whisked the orange fabric off his head and approached Charles with a menacing grin. “But now, it’s time you got ready for this party.”

Six minutes later, Reggie was stepping back with a self-satisfied smirk on his full lips. “Oh, yes. I was so right about that costume.” He abruptly grabbed Charles’ arm and angled him toward the full-length mirror standing in the far corner of their bedroom. “There, see?”

Charles stifled what he really wanted to say in favor of “Well, I guess it’s a good thing one of us stayed out of the candy stash.” The orange cloth was secured around his hips and the brown piece was draped over his left shoulder with the bone secured at his waist so it appeared to be holding the brown fabric in place.  “I feel ridiculous.”

“Well you looked hot.” Reggie bit his lip. “In fact, why don’t I call Jen and tell her we’re going to be about a half hour late—”

“Oh no.” Charles spun around and speared Reggie with his best glare. “If I have to wear this…thing, then I refuse to let you enjoy it any more than you absolutely have to.” He caught Reggie’s grin before he turned to stalk out of the room.

“We’ll see.”

Charles laughed despite himself as Reggie’s taunt followed him down the hall toward the front door of their condo.


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2 Responses to “The Scariest Halloween Ever by Pearl Love”

  1. Shirley Ann Speakman says:

    Cute story very funny!

  2. Charlessorge says:

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